I’m in thrall to memory.  Almost every piece I’ve written for this site is an attempt to reconstitute (and in some cases reinvent) the past – my own in particular.  As many of these memories involve incidents and accidents that I’ve chosen not to reveal to friends and loved ones, I guess you could say that writing them is easy, ostensibly anonymous therapy.  I stopped going to church a while back and I stopped making my confession once I recognized that I knew more about sin than the priests of my youth and sadly, just as much about grace.  Maybe at some level my stories constitute this much-delayed confession.  I doubt that God reads the Dude, but maybe there will be a reader or three out there who can pass on the good word.  And if you can’t locate Him, a quick e-mail to me is always comforting. 

The bio: I’m a middle-aged HS teacher who grew up comfortable in two languages and cultures.  I like a good tortilla española and long walks on the beach.  Well, I like a good tortilla española.